"Sir Timothy!"
A few kilometers away from the Dome, inside some sort of building entirely made of white marble, a man wearing a white robe was kneeling on the ground, his shoulders moving as he tried to catch his breath. In front of him was an old man sporting a long white beard.
"Hm?" The old man called Timothy only hummed, not even bothering to glance at the kneeling man as he flicked his fingers in the empty air.
"There's a problem in the Pit!" The kneeling man said, "The emergency signal fire was lit! We need to send someone there immediately!"
"Slow down…" Timothy let out a sigh as he finally looked at the kneeling man, "What kind of emergency?"
"The Prisoners have escaped!"
"Can't the City Guards handle that? What are we even paying them for?"
"It… it's a red fire! The Prisoners have already managed to breach the Dome!"
"Oh…" Timothy stroked his magnificent long beard, "That's interesting…
